Butterflies

Butterflies, Majestic and beautiful. Gliding on hills of air, Slowly descending towards you. You open your mouth, In awe Unaware of what is to come. You begin to panic. Too fast Moving too fast. Your heart starts beating, Faster, And, Faster. Those colors begin to change. They ram your face, Tearing at your screaming mouth Gaining access, Crawling, Scratching. Gnawing at your throat. Slowly sliding through your throat. Sinking to the pit of your being. Each wing hits you with its own strengh. The sweat rolls down your face, You don't know what to do. You're shivering Scared beyond belief Struggling to breath Gaping For Air Stuttering. You want help. Who to ask? Where to turn? Only the butterflies know.